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Hurricane Love
6 ReviewsFrank hates wind. So what happens when it's blowing a gale and Gerard suggests they go for a walk? FRERARD ONESHOT
It is sooooo windy outside right now that I fear for the safety of my garden fence. Seriously, in this part of Scotland just now, the winds are up to 100mph. School was cut short and while chilling at home, somebody decided that it was a good idea to go for a walk in the wind. And so this idea was born. Hope you enjoy, please R&R :D
ChemicalKilljoy xo
Frank sat behind the safety of the living room window of Gerard's house, a fluffy red blanket wrapped tightly around his legs as he watched Gerard's garden and surroundings fall apart. The wind was so strong that school had been cancelled - and Frank had been quite glad about that. He'd had visions of the double decker school bus toppling over the edge of a bridge, sealing Frank's doom in a shock of broken glass, twisted metal and lots of blood. However, he'd braved the journey across the street to hang out at Gerard's house.
The trees in the distance were bending sideways along with the blades of grass in the field beyond the garden, and Frank wondered how long it would take for them all to uproot and fly away in a huge wave of green and wood.
He was willing to bet money on the chance of him being blown all the way out of Jersey if he so much as stepped out of Gee's front door. He could imagine the signs: Warning. Flying debris and Franks. Beware of fallen trees and flying Frank Ieros.
He laughed to himself, the shuddered as he imagined a tree falling through the glass he was staring out of and crushing his tiny body.
The wind whistled particularly loudly, and Frank got a fright, hitting the deck as he prepared for the windows to be blown in and shatter over his head. When the windows stayed intact, he didn't dare to move in case the wind saw him, and forced himself to stay calm, in case the wind sensed his fear-
'Frank? What are you doing?' said Gerard, who walked into the living room to find Frank curled into a ball with his arms over his head protectively.
Frank looked up at his best friend, who was staring at him with an amused smile on his face and a can of pepsi in his hand. 'Nothing,' he mumbled, slowly sitting up, trying to act natural. He awarded Gerard with a breathtaking smile, and Gee blushed. The wind roared fiercely again and Frank dived headfirst onto an area of carpet that was as far from the window as possible, reducing Gerard to a fit of laughter.
Frank glared through his fingers at his friend, who was trying not to spill his pepsi as he fell about with helpless giggles. Frank's face softened at the sound of Gerard's laughter; it was the single most adorable thing in the world, well apart from Gerard himself.
Gerard stopped laughing, wiping a tear from his eye before knocking back his pepsi can and draining it in one gulp. The gulp wasn't very successful and the pepsi went down the wrong way. It was Frank's turn to laugh as Gerard coughed and spluttered swear words at him.
Frank got up and thumped Gerard on the back to stop him from choking to death, as it wouldn't be a very inviting scene for Mikey to come home to. Of course I didn't murder Gerard, Mikes. He choked on his pepsi. Honest. Yeah, like Mikey would believe that story after all the bickering he'd heard Frank and Gerard do in the past.
Breathing air instead of fizzy drinks again, Gerard straightened up and smiled at Frank in thanks. Frank returned the smile, suddenly shy and hid behind his black fringe.
The wind outside shrieked in anguish and there was a loud BANG of next door's bin blowing over, and Frank jumped violently, burying himself in Gerard's chest before he could stop himself. Gerard's heart rate quickened as Frank's arms wrapped around him, and hoped that he couldn't hear his heartbeat through his chest, which he highly doubted as Frank's head was pressed tightly against Gerard's breastbone.
Realising what he'd just done, Frank instantly let go of Gerard and felt his face burn a bright scarlet colour. Gerard laughed softly, his cheeks reddening, before saying, 'So Frankie, wanna go for a walk?'
Frank almost choked. 'What?' He stared at Gerard, appalled. 'In that?'
'Yeah. Why not?'
'Earth to Gerard. It's blowing a fucking gale out there! Hurricane style! I'll get blown away!' Frank's eyes were wide and his expression was priceless.
'You won't get blown away, Frank,' reassured Gerard, walking towards the door, grabbing his coat and slipping on his shoes. 'I'll hold onto you.'
Frank's stomach did a somersault. How he wished Gerard's words were true. But he folded his arms like a stroppy child and said 'No. I'm not going out there.' As if to illustrate his point, the wind growled menacingly from outside.
'Don't be such a baby, Frank! C'mon. It'll be a blast.'
Frank saw the excitement on Gerard's face and rolled his eyes, groaning loudly because he knew he could never resist Gerard's excitement. Pulling on his Doc Martins and grabbing his hoodie, he turned to meet a blast of air as Gerard opened the door and stepped into the garden.
'Come on, Frank! It's not windy at all!' yelled Gerard over the noise of the wind. Frank scowled at him, but couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked with the wind - or hurricane, rather - lifting his midnight black hair from his shoulders and making it dance in the air around his head. He was smiling with all of his little white teeth showing, and his hazel eyes were glinting with excitement.
Reluctantly stepping outside and closing the door after a strong gust had just died, Frank sprinted for shelter behind the garden shed. Laughing, Gerard grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the garden, running towards the playing field where he, Mikey and Frank used to play in the summer when they were kids. A strong tailwind helped them get to the field at lightning fast speed, and Frank yelped as Gerard let him go and the wind instantly caused him to stumble a few steps forwards.
The wind was wild; it bit and tore at the two boys, clawing at their flapping clothes and biting at their rosey cheeks. Gerard watched as then fence from the garden two doors along from his house blew over, squashing a bed of rather pathetic looking tulips. He couldn't hear their dying screams however over the howling of the wind.
Hmm, that's strange, thought Gerard. The wind sounds so human...
He turned and saw Frank, his hands over his ears, his eyes closed, howling like a frightened puppy. Gerard laughed at Frank's overall adorableness- his pale skin was bitten pink by the wind, his hoodie was flapping and knees were shaking in the gale, and his face was scrunched into a cute little scowl.
'Whatsa matter, Frankie?' asked Gerard, grinning widely.
Frank looked up and stuck out his tongue. He shrieked and did a rather embarrassing pirouette as the wind forced him forwards.
An extremely strong gust swept past them, and Frank - little, lightweight, shortass Frank Iero - was blown off his feet, landing in a heap on the wind-torn grass.
Gerard burst out laughing before he could stop himself, although the wind stole his laughter and whipped it away towards town. He clutched his sides as he watched Frank roll over, his hood being blown away from his head and his jet-black hair dancing all over the place. Gerard could see Frank's lips moving as he howled curses at him, but he couldn't hear the words over the wind, which only made Gerard laugh more.
Deciding to be a good friend, Gerard carefully made his way towards Frank, trying his hardest not to be blown on top of him, and offered him a hand. 'Up you get, Frankie.'
'I hate wind, Gee,' whimpered Frank as a huge gust blew his clothes into a frenzy and Gerard a few steps closer.
Seeing the genuine fright in Frank's face, Gerard grabbed Frank's hand and pulled him to his feet. Frank grabbed hold of Gerard in an attempt to save himself from being blown away, the images of the Warning: Flying Franks signs resurfacing in his mind. Gerard's cheeks flushed and his heart quickened to match Frank's - who had only just realised what he'd done - but he wrapped his arms around the shorter boy.
Frank looked up at Gerard, who was smiling down at him, hair blowing madly all around.
'Don't let go, Gee,' he murmured, looking into Gerard's warm hazel eyes.
Gerard leaned in and softly pressed his lips to Frank's. Stunned but delighted, Frank kissed him back, closing his eyes.
The wind screamed and blew harder than ever before, but it failed to break Frank and Gerard apart - they held eachother closer, a bond that not even the gale-force winds could break -metaphorically and physically speaking.
The boys broke apart. Frank smiled, and Gerard smiled back. 'Never.'
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ChemicalKilljoy xo
ChemicalKilljoy xo
Frank sat behind the safety of the living room window of Gerard's house, a fluffy red blanket wrapped tightly around his legs as he watched Gerard's garden and surroundings fall apart. The wind was so strong that school had been cancelled - and Frank had been quite glad about that. He'd had visions of the double decker school bus toppling over the edge of a bridge, sealing Frank's doom in a shock of broken glass, twisted metal and lots of blood. However, he'd braved the journey across the street to hang out at Gerard's house.
The trees in the distance were bending sideways along with the blades of grass in the field beyond the garden, and Frank wondered how long it would take for them all to uproot and fly away in a huge wave of green and wood.
He was willing to bet money on the chance of him being blown all the way out of Jersey if he so much as stepped out of Gee's front door. He could imagine the signs: Warning. Flying debris and Franks. Beware of fallen trees and flying Frank Ieros.
He laughed to himself, the shuddered as he imagined a tree falling through the glass he was staring out of and crushing his tiny body.
The wind whistled particularly loudly, and Frank got a fright, hitting the deck as he prepared for the windows to be blown in and shatter over his head. When the windows stayed intact, he didn't dare to move in case the wind saw him, and forced himself to stay calm, in case the wind sensed his fear-
'Frank? What are you doing?' said Gerard, who walked into the living room to find Frank curled into a ball with his arms over his head protectively.
Frank looked up at his best friend, who was staring at him with an amused smile on his face and a can of pepsi in his hand. 'Nothing,' he mumbled, slowly sitting up, trying to act natural. He awarded Gerard with a breathtaking smile, and Gee blushed. The wind roared fiercely again and Frank dived headfirst onto an area of carpet that was as far from the window as possible, reducing Gerard to a fit of laughter.
Frank glared through his fingers at his friend, who was trying not to spill his pepsi as he fell about with helpless giggles. Frank's face softened at the sound of Gerard's laughter; it was the single most adorable thing in the world, well apart from Gerard himself.
Gerard stopped laughing, wiping a tear from his eye before knocking back his pepsi can and draining it in one gulp. The gulp wasn't very successful and the pepsi went down the wrong way. It was Frank's turn to laugh as Gerard coughed and spluttered swear words at him.
Frank got up and thumped Gerard on the back to stop him from choking to death, as it wouldn't be a very inviting scene for Mikey to come home to. Of course I didn't murder Gerard, Mikes. He choked on his pepsi. Honest. Yeah, like Mikey would believe that story after all the bickering he'd heard Frank and Gerard do in the past.
Breathing air instead of fizzy drinks again, Gerard straightened up and smiled at Frank in thanks. Frank returned the smile, suddenly shy and hid behind his black fringe.
The wind outside shrieked in anguish and there was a loud BANG of next door's bin blowing over, and Frank jumped violently, burying himself in Gerard's chest before he could stop himself. Gerard's heart rate quickened as Frank's arms wrapped around him, and hoped that he couldn't hear his heartbeat through his chest, which he highly doubted as Frank's head was pressed tightly against Gerard's breastbone.
Realising what he'd just done, Frank instantly let go of Gerard and felt his face burn a bright scarlet colour. Gerard laughed softly, his cheeks reddening, before saying, 'So Frankie, wanna go for a walk?'
Frank almost choked. 'What?' He stared at Gerard, appalled. 'In that?'
'Yeah. Why not?'
'Earth to Gerard. It's blowing a fucking gale out there! Hurricane style! I'll get blown away!' Frank's eyes were wide and his expression was priceless.
'You won't get blown away, Frank,' reassured Gerard, walking towards the door, grabbing his coat and slipping on his shoes. 'I'll hold onto you.'
Frank's stomach did a somersault. How he wished Gerard's words were true. But he folded his arms like a stroppy child and said 'No. I'm not going out there.' As if to illustrate his point, the wind growled menacingly from outside.
'Don't be such a baby, Frank! C'mon. It'll be a blast.'
Frank saw the excitement on Gerard's face and rolled his eyes, groaning loudly because he knew he could never resist Gerard's excitement. Pulling on his Doc Martins and grabbing his hoodie, he turned to meet a blast of air as Gerard opened the door and stepped into the garden.
'Come on, Frank! It's not windy at all!' yelled Gerard over the noise of the wind. Frank scowled at him, but couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked with the wind - or hurricane, rather - lifting his midnight black hair from his shoulders and making it dance in the air around his head. He was smiling with all of his little white teeth showing, and his hazel eyes were glinting with excitement.
Reluctantly stepping outside and closing the door after a strong gust had just died, Frank sprinted for shelter behind the garden shed. Laughing, Gerard grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the garden, running towards the playing field where he, Mikey and Frank used to play in the summer when they were kids. A strong tailwind helped them get to the field at lightning fast speed, and Frank yelped as Gerard let him go and the wind instantly caused him to stumble a few steps forwards.
The wind was wild; it bit and tore at the two boys, clawing at their flapping clothes and biting at their rosey cheeks. Gerard watched as then fence from the garden two doors along from his house blew over, squashing a bed of rather pathetic looking tulips. He couldn't hear their dying screams however over the howling of the wind.
Hmm, that's strange, thought Gerard. The wind sounds so human...
He turned and saw Frank, his hands over his ears, his eyes closed, howling like a frightened puppy. Gerard laughed at Frank's overall adorableness- his pale skin was bitten pink by the wind, his hoodie was flapping and knees were shaking in the gale, and his face was scrunched into a cute little scowl.
'Whatsa matter, Frankie?' asked Gerard, grinning widely.
Frank looked up and stuck out his tongue. He shrieked and did a rather embarrassing pirouette as the wind forced him forwards.
An extremely strong gust swept past them, and Frank - little, lightweight, shortass Frank Iero - was blown off his feet, landing in a heap on the wind-torn grass.
Gerard burst out laughing before he could stop himself, although the wind stole his laughter and whipped it away towards town. He clutched his sides as he watched Frank roll over, his hood being blown away from his head and his jet-black hair dancing all over the place. Gerard could see Frank's lips moving as he howled curses at him, but he couldn't hear the words over the wind, which only made Gerard laugh more.
Deciding to be a good friend, Gerard carefully made his way towards Frank, trying his hardest not to be blown on top of him, and offered him a hand. 'Up you get, Frankie.'
'I hate wind, Gee,' whimpered Frank as a huge gust blew his clothes into a frenzy and Gerard a few steps closer.
Seeing the genuine fright in Frank's face, Gerard grabbed Frank's hand and pulled him to his feet. Frank grabbed hold of Gerard in an attempt to save himself from being blown away, the images of the Warning: Flying Franks signs resurfacing in his mind. Gerard's cheeks flushed and his heart quickened to match Frank's - who had only just realised what he'd done - but he wrapped his arms around the shorter boy.
Frank looked up at Gerard, who was smiling down at him, hair blowing madly all around.
'Don't let go, Gee,' he murmured, looking into Gerard's warm hazel eyes.
Gerard leaned in and softly pressed his lips to Frank's. Stunned but delighted, Frank kissed him back, closing his eyes.
The wind screamed and blew harder than ever before, but it failed to break Frank and Gerard apart - they held eachother closer, a bond that not even the gale-force winds could break -metaphorically and physically speaking.
The boys broke apart. Frank smiled, and Gerard smiled back. 'Never.'
Did you like? Hope so.. Please R&R and tell me your favourite part; I like to know. Thanks so much for reading :)
ChemicalKilljoy xo
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